not mine just made it black and white

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Phil checking Dan out.

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MoonAlchemy’s Samhain Giveaway! 

Hello, friends! I hope everyone’s year is going slower than mine! Can you believe we have already made it halfway through 2017? 

To show just how grateful I am, I have decided to organize a giveaway of some of my favorite Samhain inspired goodies! 

Included:

  1. Selenite
  2. Quartz point
  3. Tigers Eye bead chips
  4. Vials of Rosemary, Salt, Black Sand, and black glitter.
  5. A heavenly smelling vanilla tealight
  6. Three ritual chime candles (black orange and white.)
  7. One black Turkey quill feather
  8. One maple leaf pin.
  9. All packed into an adorable faux World Atlas book box.

The rules are simple! 

  • You MUST be following me.
  • Think of something you are grateful for in your life. (feel free to send it to me in a message!)
  • Only reblogs count. 
  • DO NOT tag as a giveaway. 
  • Extra entry: Favorite my Etsy shop, or an item if you already do! (message me your username on here!)
  • No giveaway accounts, and please don’t spam your followers! 
  • Only open to U.S. residents, sorry!

WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN ON FRIDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2017 by being drawn out of a hat. 

Good luck! 

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jtv appreciation week: Day 1 → favorite character

Dear Jane,

First, sorry for being goofy in the priest’s office. I was just nervous because I was scared about writing something for you, a writer. And I’ve been thinking about what to say. Which got me thinking how lucky I was to have met you at all, and all the small twists of fate that led me to you in the first place. And how, in a way, our destiny was just a series of detours bringing us back to each other, again and again. A twist of fate… The night we met, that’s what it felt like. I wasn’t even supposed to be working. I’d picked up a shift for my buddy whose kid was playing in a recital. And then, I was technically off, but I took a detour and stopped for a burger a few blocks away. I was heading back to the precinct when I got called in for a noise complaint near me. If not for that recital, and that burger, I might not have ended up on the doorstep of a drunk 21-year-old girl. It’s not just a series of coincidences. It’s destiny. And I never doubted you were mine. And never doubt that all I want, forever and always, is for you to be happy.

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b99week // day one
 favourite season ⇢ season one 
   “I’d just like to say I’m happy to be here with my family. My super weird family, with two black dads and two Latina daughters and two white sons and Gina. And I don’t know what you are, some strange giant baby? To the Nine-Nine!”

Taylor Swift the Copy Cat

Originally posted by cardiiib

I sat here and watch the preview and my first reaction AND THIS BITCH STOLE FROM BEYONCÉ. OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE STOLE FROM FORMATION. THIS WHITE FEMINIST MANIPULATIVE BITCH STOLE FROM BEYONCÉ FORMATION VIDEO. I am going to sit here and break this down for Y'all. For all you Taylor dick riders and super fans, stay off my page and stay off this post because I am spreading nothing but the truth.

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“More Black Darth Vaders”

Summary of an overheard conversation from a coffee shop that I thought was interesting. It took place between an older black man and his white friend.

Black Man: … Okay, another thing- Why is it black guys only get cast as good guys?

White Man: Haha, wait, you want more black people to be cast as bad guys? Anyway, that’s not true, I’ve seen black bad guys In movies.

Black Man: No it is true! It is. Name me one black supervillian, can you name me one right now?

White Man: Uhhh….

Black Man: See, there it is, you can’t even name one!

White Man: Haha I bet I could name one, but I’d need a minute

Black Man: No, see, it’s like, people are afraid to cast a black guy as a villain, because they don’t wanna say “black guys are villains” and then have everyone up their ass about killing the guy at the end. But see, that’s messed up because, that’s just less work for all the black actors out there. Isn’t nobody gonna be mad if like, some black dude was cast as the next ‘Darth Vader’ or some shit like that, I know a ton of black dudes who’d be like “Oh shit, yeah, check it out, the mother fucking new Darth Vader is a brother!” Who doesn’t want to be Darth Vader?

White Man:  Aaah I see what you’re saying

Black Man: Right?

White Man:  So you’re saying like, liberals in Hollywood are going out of their way trying to protect black people in stupid ways, and they’re actually making things worse at times.

Black Man: Exactly! Exactly, and it’s like, you can feel all of Hollywood, all of the media trying to tip-toe around you and shit, like, you can feel people “trying not to offend you” in the dumbest fucking ways, man. And they’re missing the bigger point-

White Man: Which is?

Black Man: The bigger point is- Black dudes don’t need to be treated special. You don’t have to try not to kill motherfuckers in a movie if they’re black, especially if that means you’re gonna end up putting less black people in the movie. You just have to like, make an attempt, to see that they’re included. That’s it-

White Man: I see-

Black Man: -That’s all. Because there are black villains in real life.

White Man: Right.

Black Man:  And white ones, and Asian ones, and everything else. So go ahead on, and throw that shit in there, put in your bad guys of the various races, just make sure that ALL you’re showing of any one race isn’t just as villains or something. Like you don’t want it to be where like: the only Chinese dudes you ever see in a movies are, like, bank robbers or some stupid shit like that.

White Man: Yeah. I know we’ve seen that problem before in movies, where like one race is always cast a certain way, and it may not necessarily even be a cultural stereotype, it’s almost like a movie convention. Things like the “Magical Black Man” or whatever-

Black Man:  Right, mhmm, the “Magical Negro”, yep that’s a thing. That came out of voodoo though.

White Man: Out of voodoo?

Black Man: Yeah, back in the slave days, when slaves were coming over from Africa with African religions, then slowly mixing Christianity into it, it made a different type of worship. That’s where black people starting getting that reputation as “all spiritual” and shit like that, it’s because slaves were throwing in all that “African mysticism” and shit into their Christianity. So that Magical Negro thing is a bit of a stereotype from black culture, that’s why people are mad. It’s like, the helpful Black Servants that’s all ‘deep and spiritual’ is helping White Folks, some people see it as a remnant from those days.

White Man: Oh wow.

Black Man: That’s just the most negative viewpoint of it though, I’m not saying that’s what I believe. That’s just what the people that hate that character the most think. Personally, I just think it’s one of those things that started happening in movies, like everything else. Someone saw a magical black person the first time it was done, and was like “Okay, that worked in that movie, I’ll put that in mine.” And so on. Maybe at some point too, people started to be like “Oh! I can squeeze a black person in this movie! I’ll get this shit made cause the troupe works, and I’ll get extra points for squeezing a black person in too!”

White Man: Hahaha

Black Man: Yeah, but that whole magical Nergo thing dosen’t really bother me, as long as there are other roles too. So long as black guys are getting the villian roles too, they can keep the magical negro role, that’s alright with me.
(beat)
I’ll tell you what does get me though, is these superhero, Sci-Fi, fantasy movies.

White Man:  What like the Avengers?

Black Man: Yeah Avengers, Hunger Games, fucking, Avatar and whatever, all that.

White Man: Avatar had Zoe Saldana in it, she was co-starring.

Black Man: Well, Avatar maybe was a bad example-

White Man: Hunger Games too, I’m not saying there couldn’t be even more black people represented, but I think there was a whole village that was almost exclusively black in that movie, so you can’t say they weren’t represented at all.

Black Man:  Yeah… well you might have me on that one. I guess some is never enough you know, more black people, load em up!

White Man:  Hahaha, just the whole cast just-

Black Man:  Haha sure, I wouldn’t mind seeing that a time or two outside of a Tyler Perry movie. But it doesn’t need to be all black, all the time, other races are good too, I like watching white people on screen. Lots of great white actors-  love Bruce Willis and shit-

White Man:  Haha, I’m just teasing you

Black Man: I guess what I was saying with the superhero/sci-fi thing, and I can’t really think of a good example, so maybe it’s not as common as I thought, but it’s where people have some rationale for why all the people in a movie would be white. For example, you might have a movie about Superheros, and someone will come out like “Well, they’re all from this certain fictional country, which is mostly white” And I’m like “It’s fictional! It’s a location you made up! Can you not make up some black people in that country?” It’s like, you can have people leaping over cars, or space aliens blowing shit up, but a black guy in a space suit would rip you out of the movie?

White Man: You know, you’re right in that I think I’ve heard logic along those lines before, but I’m having trouble thinking of an example.

Black Man: Yeah, well anyway, more black Darth Vaders, that’s the main point.

White Man: More Black Darth Vaders.

Ride or Die [M] (JBxReader)

Originally posted by magiccastles

Genre: Smut/Angst

Pairing: Gangster!Jaebum(but actually very soft!jb) x You

Warnings: Nothing much, just some makeup sex and a little drugs

Summary: Jaebum’s mad. Mad that you left without a word, and now he’s giving you back what you started.

Word count: 2k

Your name: submit What is this?

The wind tangled its fingers in his hair, blowing back every strand of hair on his head. 145 km/h was far off the speed limit, but he slammed down hard on the acceleration pedal anyway. He started to sit up, and then sank back weakly into the leather chair, a grimace washing over his face.

“Pass me another smoke,” he said impassively, red eyes still focusing intensely on the road. You hastily rummaged through the glove box for his packet of Marlboro ice blast, just the way he liked it. You would joke that that was his favourite flavour because it went along well with his unamiable personality. Ice cold indeed. Except that today wasn’t a good day for laughing matters. You smacked the box a few times with the palm of your hand and passed a stick to him. He picked it up with his mouth and nodded his head towards the lighter nesting in the cup holder. Getting the signal he was trying to bring across, you helped him light up his cigarette while he took in a deep breath of the sharp mint. Clouds of white escaped his lips with each puff, fading out through the window into the inky night.

“You think it was fun going to the club without telling me your whereabouts? You like guys seeing you in those skimpy clothes?” Jaebum said condescendingly.  You kept silent, not wanting to aggravate his temper by saying the wrong words, but that only added fuel to his anger. He passed you a quick glance, mouth set and eyes bleak.

“Not gonna say anything? Cat’s got your tongue missy?” He made an abrupt turn onto the side of the road, making you fling forward from the sudden jolt.

Thank goodness the seatbelt was holding you back.

Jaebum turned to face you, exhaling smoke in your direction. You coughed at the strong scent of nicotine.

“Jaebum, it isn’t a big deal. Why are you making a mountain out of an ant hole?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“Not a big deal? My girlfriend- MY girlfriend was at a club with devious men simpering at her and just look at what you’re wearing. That dress barely covers your ass. How dare you, y/n.” He berated, taking another hit. The red, angry glow of the cigarette seemed to grow brighter. You could feel the tension between the both of you heightening.

“Baby, I just wanted to have some fun with the girls tonight. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, okay?” You said coolly. “Please don’t be mad.” You reached for his arm and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Don’t call me that.” Jaebum yanked his arm away and flicked the cigarette out of the window, letting it burn into ashes. A faint snigger found its way into the gloomy air. He rolled his neck and ran a hand through his hair. Your vision was blurry from the misty silhouette of the remaining smoke wafting around your heads. In that moment of discomfort, you found yourself choked up with shame. Jaebum rarely fought with you, and even if he did, he always gave in at the end. This time was different though. That action of yanking his arm away made you feel lousy; your efforts to mitigate the problem didn’t work. The alcohol had kicked in as well, feeding your deranged state. You prayed silently that you would pass out before things escalated. Jaebum was never one to break down easily, but when it came to you, he was putty in your hands.

“How would I know if you won’t do the same thing again?” A whimper made its way through his trembling words. He had completely lost to the high. You could barely see properly, but you knew from the hitching in his voice that he was about to dissolve in tears. “I can’t have other men looking at my girl like that. You’re mine, mine. All mine.”

Hearing his soft sniffles, it made you bite the inside of your cheeks. You never wanted to hurt him. However tough he appeared, he was just a delicate piece of glass.

Suddenly, drizzle started falling from the sky, rolling down the windshield in a steady stream. Jaebum sighed, then reluctantly rolled up the windows and turned on the heater. He removed his spiked leather jacket and threw it on the backseat. All he had on was a white tank top and fitting ripped black jeans. He gripped firmly on the steering wheel, averting his emotions somewhere else. You shivered as his well toned arms contracted at the same time as your heart did. His arm was a canvas for a long, ridged scar that ran from his shoulder to his elbow. But he wore it proudly- a reminder of fiery escapades that once fascinated him. The windows condensed under the contrast of temperatures as heat built up in the car, lending privacy before the other cars that drove past.

“You’re fucking beautiful, y/n.” Jaebum blurted, brushing his fingers over your cheek. He leaned towards you and planted sloppy kisses on your lips, his breath still lingering of menthol. In your daze, you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Aren’t you mad at me?”

He answered you with another kiss, this time exploring the insides of your mouth. His insistent mouth parting your shaking lips, tongue fighting for dominance over yours. You pulled away from the kiss, only to be greeted by look of immense desire etched on his face. It was so clear that you wondered where he’d hid it for so long. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below his ear. He responded with a soft groan, low in his throat, and then lowered his chair as you climbed on top on him. Your dress rode up your hips as you unsteadily straddled his lap. Putting your weight on him, your chests collided, melting into each other. Other than the scent of cigarettes, you inhaled his citrusy cologne, his shampoo, the scent that was just… him. The tiny car offered little to none space to manoeuvre; nothing could contain the excitement growing in your core. The persistent pounding in your head added to the numbness you felt as his fingers brushed roughly against your laced panties. Just one stroke of his skilful finger sent wild tremors along your nerves, evoking sensations you never known you were capable of feeling.

“I’m mad. Still mad, and this is your punishment.” With an impatient hand, he drew your underwear down your thighs – and did even quicker work of removing his pants. You fumbled lifting your dress off your head until Jaebum ripped it away and threw it onto the backseat. He grabbed your ass harshly, not caring if his nails dug into your skin, and gave it a firm smack. Your body responded by jerking towards him, your long hair hovering over his face. He pulled back your hair with one hand and with the other, firmly cupped your chin.

“I’ll show you what it means by being mine.” He dipped his hand into your glistening pussy, rubbing harshly at the bundle of nerves. Your legs shook at the sensitivity and your fists grabbed fiercely at his white tank. You wanted more, you wanted to taste every inch of his body. Similarly, he wanted to eat at your intoxicated lips, down to your sweet cunt. His fingers pierced through your body like a bullet, plunging them in like there was no tomorrow. As your essence covered his fingers, you couldn’t help but to mew in pleasure. Two fingers working in you, a little uncomfortable but nothing you couldn’t handle. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he crooked his finger, hitting you in the spots that made your moans turn into a high-pitched orgasm.

“F-fuck… It feels so good.” You slurred. His bulge throbbed in his pants and you could feel it thumping against your sex. You were seeing two of him, daze washing over you.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he growled into your ear. You squirm beneath his touch, body aching for more of him. You squeeze his thigh hard, leaving red imprints.

“So fucking-” another moan escaped your lips as you ground your convulsing pussy on his thick thighs.

“So fucking badly.”

Jaebum mewed at the sensation of your wetness on him. His cock was rock hard and pulsing repeatedly against your abdomen.

“This badly?” He wantoned, sliding the tip of his member over your slit. He pushed his head in ever so slightly, only to remove it again and again.

“Please,” you begged. “Please Jaebum, give it to me.”

He continued to tease you, slapping his cock against your clit. You let out a loud gasp as you clenched your toes, every muscle drawn taut. You whined as you pleaded for his thick cock to fill you up. You wanted to relish in the feeling of his warmth in you, reaching deep into your womb. His cock was now red, hot and angry; the head of his penis tingled unbearably, a drop of precum forming at the slit. Sensing how much he wanted you as well, you lift yourself above his hips, and then sunk yourself down. Rotating your hips around him, you found a good tempo with the buckling of his hips. He bit down on his lips hard, a vein on his neck becoming visible. Your eyes flutter and you are lost in bliss.

“You are mine,” he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal.

“Mine,” he swears. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing off your chest. In that moment, nothing seemed to matter except for him sliding in and out of you. You slide your hands down his biceps, tracing the scar, clamping your legs around his waist, driving him further into you until your sweat-slick bodies stain the car seat. His face winces as your velvet insides envelops him into paradise.

A familiar heat buzzes in your belly, but he is still ruthless, wanting to engrave himself into you. Jaebum continues at it, this time with even harder thrusts. The sound of skin slapping became even louder.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. y/n, you feel so good on my dick.” He ran his hand over your chest, rolling your bud between his fingers, pinching and pulling at it.

Your back arches as you feel his dick pulsing in your sex. You guide his hand to your clit and used it to rub it hard.

“I’m, I’m cumming babe.” You cry as Jaebum pounds even harder than before. The car shook underneath his primitive act.

“Wait for me, y/n.” He says, and with one last pinch to your clit, you can feel yourself losing control of your body.

Both of you crumble into sand as your orgasms pierces through your bodies. He empties his viscous fluid in you and pulls out, some spilling on your stomach. You squirm at the feeling of his hot cum in you, amazed at how he fills you up so well every time. He uses a finger to swipe the cum off your slit and puts it into your mouth. You obediently lick it all off.

He reaches to the back of the car for your clothes and helps you put it back on.

“Are we okay now?”

Jaebum nods and pulls you into another heated kiss.

“Don’t do it again.” He pants, chest heaving heavily.

But if he’ll punish you with such means each time, you’re not sure if you won’t do it again.

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Star Wars Episodes: VII The Force Awakens

“The belonging you seek is not behind you, it is ahead. I am no Jedi, but I know the Force. It moves through and surrounds every living thing. Close your eyes…feel it. The light…it’s always been there, it will guide you. The saber, take it.”

anonymous asked:

LEMME GIVE YOU AN IMAGE. Derek Hale is taking a walk around the neighborhood, running errands here and there. And then he encounters a kitten. A very small, very meowy kitten who's all black with a white spot on the tip of its tail. And it's the cutest thing Derek has ever seen. So naturally he takes it home, buys all the necessary kitty stuff, becomes an official Cat Dad and is absolutely DELIGHTED because he's a big scary Alpha but is loved and trusted by something so smol and precious.

Alright, I’m not saying you just made me cry…..but you just made me cry, nonnie. 

It’s a firm headcanon of mine Derek adopts stray cats and gives them homes. Only a couple stick around 24/7, long enough that he tentatively gives them names (’Newt’ because you can bet your ass Derek would name a pet after the biggest Hufflepuff ever to Hufflepuff, and ‘Leia’ which was in no way influenced by the knowledge the name might make a certain someone smile and visit more often…) 

The rest of the cats….well, let’s just say Derek leaves a lot of food and water out. One cat has a fondness for a special kind of organic cream though, because it’s a goddamn stereotype, which Derek leaves in a special place for them to get. (So what if he drives an extra 15.6 miles every week to buy it…..it’s worth it when the kitten rubs against his leg every so often, as a thank you). 

Derek gets strange looks from the pack, and Stiles outright mocks him (that is, before Stiles sees one of the kittens asleep on Derek’s chest after Derek has nodded off himself, and he has to run out of the room before he starts making embarrassing cooing noises). 

Derek Hale isn’t just an official Cat Dad, he’s a beautiful, heart wrenching tragedy (and you can also bet the day Stiles finally just yells “fuck it”, and storms across the room to kiss Derek’s beautiful face off for the first time, it’s probably because Derek has been sitting patiently for two hours, playing with a fucking string and smiling to himself every time the kitten caught it, like a proud father). 

Request 77.6 Imagine You're a Fratboy Part 1

Imagine you’re a freshman going through rush week. You go to so many house but you accept the bid from smallest fraternity with the biggest house at the dark end of Greek row.  The frat had varied and illustrious alumni. You don’t know why they want you. You eagerly accept.

Once you join, it seems all you financial worries are resolved; an unrelated scholarship is given to you.  The frat has one weird proviso, a lottery is drown every night. If you are chosen you must sleep in your bed alone. So far you’ve been lucky able to party as much you like. Not mention the house keeps a special brew on tap and in bottles. It a very dark stout not to everyone like but you and you brother can’t get enough of it.  Freshman to seniors gained the freshman fifteen within the first month. Tanner,, the frat president, looks like he put on at least twice that much.

Whispers started that the frat house was haunted. Ridiculous. It’s a big hold house so there are bound to be weird noises.

Your luck runs out on Homecoming weekend. Almost everyone is out partying except for the three brothers and you, who lost the lottery. You were to stay home without any guests. You console yourself playing video games  and by drinking bottle after bottle of beer until you start to see double. You stagger down the hall to take the elevator to your bedroom. All the doors blast open.  The first two rooms are empty. But in the third room Tanner writhes on his bed like a mad man.  He shakes his head, his blonde hair flinging sweat. His ass is tilted up as though on a stack of pillows.   His cock strains and bobbing up and down frenetically until he cums.

You become aware of the grind of the zipper’s teeth your dick. You regret going commando as damp spot darkens your khakis.   You turn away embarrassed and confused.

Tanner grunts. “No ag-g-g-ain.”

You look back.  Tanner isn’t alone. A man made of phosphoresce webbing is with him.  He throws Tanner’s legs over his glowing shoulders, ramming his member into Tanner‘s raised ass. You run to your room. You press your back to the door, trying to control your breath. And then you pass out. Your dreams are freaky. You’re still against the door which seemed to have sprouted a massive erection.   Strong wood grained hand yank your cargo shorts down. You jump. Strong hands pull you back to the wooden wood.  

You want to laugh. But you’re so turned on in this drunken dream. You try to walk forward but you stumble tangled in your shorts.  Falling half on the bed bent on the edge, ass up.  You try to crawl up on to the bed but you are held in placed in a strong grip.

“You are mine.” Rasped a voice you tell yourself is in your head even has breath heats your ear. “Finally.”

Your cheeks separate exposing your hole to frigid air. The cold takes form of a lithe man made of black smoke. He aims his sizable cock at your butt, pushing through the resistance of your virgin hole. You grip the edge of the bed as pain blurs into pleasure. The cold plunges into you repeatedly, picking up speed, impossibly getting thicker and going deeper. Since it’s just a dream, you relax, becoming the most accommodating lover.  Taking to heart all the wheedling pleas you made to your high school girlfriend. It means nothing. You push your ass back meeting each thrust, unhesitatingly. A grey cloudy man wraps his mouth around your dick. Wetness swallows your member deep then releasing repeatedly with vigorous tongue. You seek deeper access to the pulsing warmth. Black smoke man yanks your head pulling an unknown trigger to your cock.

Gulping down your release the man of white smoke says, “He’s mine next.” Just as hot liquid fills you. The wooden man leans against the door. He shakes off the veneer becoming a ginger Clark Kent with a tent in his Khakis. With a thrill you know you will be his before the night ends.

You wake in a sticky mess of tangled sheets reminiscent of puberty. Your abdomen’s sore as if you’ve done hundreds of sit ups and your butt is inexplicably tender. You can’t keep the smile from your face as you walk into your wings shared bathroom. The sound of someone hurling echoes off the tiled wall.  Tanner walked to the next basin splashing water on his face.

“Party too hard?” You joke.

“Just you fucking wait.” Tanner growls at you.

So far the upperclassmen haven’t hazed you. However there was a threat to Tanner’s reaction.

 The first person you in the dining room is the broad back of Hank hunched over his breakfast. You sit across from him with a stack of pancakes and bacon. Hank’s eight plates take up the majority of the table. You don’t think much of it after all he’s a defensive lineman for the team, well over three hundred pounds.

He stirs in peaches in to last night’s chili.

You try to warn him of his mistake. “Umm”

“It’s good. You should try it.” He shovels a spoon full into his mouth.

You lose your appetite.

Mid-afternoon you return when all the brothers on your wing are in class. You drink three bottles of stout in your room before heading to the showers with two more bottles.

The hot water feels so good as you drink the frosty beer that you must have passed out right there.

“Are you ready boy?”

You look around to see who said that. You’re alone in the shower with the water. The water stands well over six tall and looked like a salty sea captain. You try to run out of the shower stall. Your escape is stopped by a solid sinewy arm of water. He lifts you easily and slams you into the tile wall. He runs his hands across your chest, your nipples harden. His damp scruffy beard rubs against the back of your neck. You turn your head to meet his mouth with a hungry kiss.

He pulls away growling, “Boy are you wanting me to roger you.”

“Just do,” you groan. You push your butt against the water’s thick cock in case he didn’t get it. He yanks your arms behind your back, he burying his cock in your ass to the balls. Balls which splash on your ass with every slap. You bite your lip to keep from making noise then you remember you’re dreaming.

“Give me that dick.” You grunt. “Fuck me raw.”

He reaches around gripping your cock in his calloused fist and starts to forcefully pump.  Your cum streams into the water.

He half drags you to your bedroom. He sits on your bed braced on his arms. The water pulses through his muscular body. You try to think how ghost made of water can be in your bed but dreams never make sense. Any way his penis has already pulsed erect. You slowly settle on to his erection and ride him to finish. You are not quiet.

Every night you dream, of being taken by the ghost in different forms, wood, steel, looking like actors and rock stars and just plain dudes. It didn’t matter. You wake happy.

 Tanner must have passed his bug almost everyone in the house. Every day you encounter at least one brother retching. You on the other hand, can’t get enough eat. Giving Hank a run for his money washed down with large amounts of the house brew. It’s Halloween you go out alone for the first time since homecoming weekend a month ago. Your nightly dreams have you questioning your sexuality.

Away from Greek row at a club you end up dancing with a couple dressed as the king and queen from your favorite show. She asks you back to their place.

“Before you say yes.” The king strokes your thigh. “Know I’m going to top.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

After a night of fucking and being fucked you walk across town in your gladiator costume. You never found out their names.  You have fewer questions.  And a growling stomach, you don’t know when you last ate.

You go directly to the dining room.

Tanner shouts, “The whore returns.”

The laughter gets further away, your face burns as you hit the ground.

You wake up on examination table, in the infirmary room.  A bugged eyed doctor has his fingers in your anus.

“Congratulations. You are the last brother to conceive.”

“What?” Thinking you’ve misheard.

“You’re pregnant.”

I Hate This (Part II Ending I) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word Count: 1632

Parts: Part I, Part II Ending II

Originally posted by littelmix

Kevin’s POV…

I was beyond pissed. My best friend was sobbing into my lap because of that idiot. What pissed me off wasn’t that she was crying, it was that she was literally the girl almost every guy in the school wanted to date and she wasted her time and energy on an asshole who clearly didn’t care about her.

“Come on. We’re going to go for a drive in that car your parents got you and our first stop is going to be at Pop’s. I have a few words I would like to share with him,“ I pulled her up and helped her clean up a bit before we left. When we arrived at Pop’s, I looked at her and asked her stay in the car for a few minutes. I got out of the car and walked inside to see the four people she’s been avoiding sitting in their usual booth, laughing as if nothing was wrong.

“Kevin!“ I ignored Betty’s cheery voice and walked over ready to deck Jughead.

“What’s wrong, Kev?“ I looked at Veronica right before I got close enough and punched Jughead right in the jaw.

“What the hell, Kevin?“ Archie pulled me away as Betty tended to her asshole of a boyfriend.

“You know, Jones, if you were actually a best friend to her and cared about her, you wouldn’t have said anything that you did because some part of you would’ve registered it beforehand. You’re nothing but a fucking prick who never deserved to have her in your life,“ I didn’t move from the spot Archie pushed my back to.

“If you’re talking about (Y/N), she’s the one who avoided us remember? She has no reason to be upset,“ Betty argued.

“Of course, back up your asshole of a boyfriend. He went to talk to her today and left her crying her eyes out. Unlike any of you, I didn’t let her push me away which is why I’m her best friend. Unlike any of you, I was there for her whenever she cried because of you. Unlike any of you, I’m not putting up with Jones’s shit just because you’re friends with him,“ I was making a scene and I don’t care at this point. Let me make a scene and call them all out on their shit.

“What are you talking about, Kevin?“ I looked at Veronica standing between me and the rest of them.

“What am I talking about? Did you know, Veronica, that (Y/N) used to have a crush on Jughead and they all made fun of her? Did you know he broke her heart saying that she pretty much had no chance with him?“

“I did not say-“ Jughead tried to cut me off but I beat him to the chase.

“Did you know that Jughead broke her heart again because as much as she hates it, she still likes him? Did you know that he pretty much said that she wasn’t going to be good enough for him?“ I was at staring Jughead, dead in the eyes as I spoke, “I tried to get her to talk to you guys too. I thought you guys had a stronger friendship than that but you ruined whatever friendship existed between not only you and (Y/N), Jones. You also ruined their friendship with her because I know she’s never going to talk to them again. You always follow close behind. And do you want to know the most fucked up thing about all of this? She still loves you. She’s still going to be there at your disposal and you fucking know it,” I left them all in shock before going back out to the car.

Veronica’s POV…

“Is what he said true?“ I turned to my friends and saw them keep their gazes down, “Answer me. Is it true?“

“It’s true but I never told her that she wasn’t good enough nor did I ever tell her that she had no chance with me. That part wasn’t true,“ Jughead said.

“Then what did you say?”

“Archie told us that she used to have a crush on me. Used to being the key words in that sentence. Well, they started laughing and I said that she and I were better off as best friends and that’s what we should stay as. Which is the truth, she and I have always been better off as best friends than we are anything else. Today, when I went to go to talk to her, I never said that she wasn’t good enough. I lied to her saying that she couldn’t make me happy or calm the screaming in my head,“ I looked at him before letting a scoff fall into the thick air.

“That’s just as bad as saying what Kevin said you did. You deserve that punch. Do you even feel bad?” I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed before meeting their eyes, “I feel sorry for you guys. She is the girl just about every guy wants at our school wants to date. She’s the girl just about everyone wants to be friends with. And I get she’s not Betty, but I don’t think you guys realize that you lost one of your longest friends tonight,“ I walked away. I couldn’t stand being there anymore. I had to find (Y/N). I’m not losing one of my best friends that easily.

Jughead’s POV…

I sat there rubbing my jaw while Betty and Archie sat in silence. Everything was still processing. But Kevin’s right. I am an asshole. I hurt my best friend, I lost my best friend, and I didn’t even say sorry to her.

“I have to go,“ I got up and walked out of Pop’s heading who knows where. I just needed to get away from here. Away from all the memories but that seemed impossible.

When (Y/N) first moved here, she and I became friends instantly. We were both weirdos who had our trademark looks. Mine was my beanie and hers was her black and white flannel. We were the two weirdos together and she made me happy even when things were going downhill. She was the first person to know about my dad when I found out and she even offered to let me live with her when I left my dad’s house. She was my source of happiness. And when Archie told me that she used to like me, deep down I was hurt because I liked her and I missed my chance so I did what I do best. Put up a wall.

Tonight, I said so many things I regret. The comment about Betty making me happy and her not being able to was a lie. (Y/N) has always made me happy, it’s just Betty made me feel like I was good enough for her. I’ve never been good enough for (Y/N) and I won’t ever be. The comment I regret the most is the one about Betty being everything (Y/N)’s not. That’s not true, even in the slightest. (Y/N)’s intelligent, funny, beautiful, and like Betty, she’s perfect. (Y/N)’s always been the girl that everyone wants to be with or be friends with.

“I fucked up big time,“ I looked up from my feet and noticed that I was at Sweetwater River. I looked down and saw my reflection in the water, “You have one chance to get your best friend back, Jones,“ I said to myself. I took a deep breath and ran to her house. I decided to take a different approach this time. I sat down on the porch so one of two things could happen; (Y/N) and Kevin return and I can try to talk to her or I stay out here all night and talk to (Y/N) in the morning.

“What are you doing here?“ Looks like it’s the first option. I stand up to meet a pained gaze from (Y/N) and a pissed off gaze from Kevin.

“Can we talk (Y/N)? Or at least, can you let me tell you everything I want to tell you in the case that you don’t ever want to talk to me again.“

“How about-” I smirked when (Y/N) cut Kevin off with the one word I needed to hear.

“Talk.“

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said, (Y/N). You’re my best friend and you always will be even if I’m not yours in return. I’m sorry for comparing you to Betty. You’re not her and I don’t want you to be. I like how you are and who you are. You’re the girl everyone likes because it’s so hard, impossible really, to hate you. I’m sorry for saying that Betty makes me happy and not you. That’s not true. It’s not at all true. You’ve always made me happy but I’ve never been good enough for you. Betty makes me feel like I’m good enough for someone and you’ve always been far too good to and for me. Kevin was right, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve the story we have. I never did. I’m sorry for hurting you and it kills me that I made you cry. I’m so sorry,“ I was standing right in of (Y/N) at this point, her gaze staying on the ground.

“Jug, I’m sorry but I can’t forgive you this time. I love you but I just can’t. And as for our story… The story is ending now. This is the end. It’s done,” she and Kevin walked past me as I stood there with the feeling of my heart being stepped on. I could feel the heat of my own tears on my face but I couldn’t move. I was frozen. I lost my best friend for real this time.

This is the sad ending, I’m working on a happier one which is Ending II

~Ace~

it wasn't my fault || stiles stilinski

word count: 3201

warnings: lots of angst. dealing with death.

prompt: “they said it wasn’t my fault.”

author’s note: posted before, but my blog was deleted, so here it is again! Y/D/N means Your Daughter’s Name.

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